Wisconsin, more commonly known as "Chicago's National Park," is on the docket today, folks.
It's a team traditionally as intimidating as an accountant in a prison riot. (Sorry, Rick, the SWAT team won't suppress this banger in time to tend to that neck wound. Oh, and your kids call me Daddy now.)
Somebody could wake up out of a 20-year coma and instantly identify the Badgers. They use the I-formation and are quarterbacked by a former three-star "pro-style" prospect who is as bland as he is immobile. They try to run the ball behind a line of large adult sons.